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My Dad died on December 17 in 1979. My husband and I had been planning to drive to my parents home for the holidays but it was a big shock because Dad just dropped dead. So, that night my husband and I and the dog took off for Texas (we were in Atlanta).

I have to explain that my Mom and I always had a rocky relationship and Dad was torn a lot between us but he always managed to get me something for my Christmas and birthdays when she cut me off after my husband and I eloped. Also, I had spoken to Dad the night before he died and he was in good spirits and thrilled we were coming home for Christmas

When I heard Dad had died first I was in denial and then I was angry and surly at my husband. At one point I was yelling at him unmercifully as we sped on in the early morning hours. He got frustrated and stopped at a gas station and asked me to walk the dog.

As I was walking the dog all the anger fell away from me and I was enjoying the wonder full morning air. Then out of nowhere a wadded up dollar bill appeared at my feet - I was walking the dog in one of those big grassy storm run off ditches by the side of the road. I picked up the dollar and jammed it in my pocket.

When I got back in the car I told my husband I had found a dollar and I pulled it out of my pocket, opened it up and it was a HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL.

To this Dad still think it was my Dad's last Christmas gift to me.

2006-11-24 08:53:42 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 2 0

Last night after everyone left we got out the leftovers at like 11:30 and sat around and ate until midnight. We were all pretty much giddy by then. Nothing funnier then 4 people sitting around eating and laughing at the stupidest things :-)

2006-11-24 16:45:07 · answer #2 · answered by CelebrateMeHome 6 · 0 1

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